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“Ahh! You’re going to get it,” she shouts.
We move like this for a while, chasing each other with paint brushes and swiping color across our skin before I decide I want more, putting mine down and grabbing her. We faux wrestle for a bit until finally, I have her exactly where I want her.
“I win, which means I get to do whatever I want to you,” I murmur against her lips. Even now, though, she’s stubborn.
“What makes you think you win?”
“You’re pinned beneath me, Stella. I think that means I win.” She glares and I can’t stop laughing. “Now, I’m going to move, but my prize is I get to paint a picture on your stomach.” Her eyes go wide with heat and excitement and I have to force back yet another a laugh.
God, when was the last time I laughed this much? The last time I was this free? Probably well over seven years ago.
“Not with my cum, Stell. Maybe next time. Now close your eyes so it will be a surprise.” She scrunches her nose in irritation, and again, my laugh echoes around the empty room.
“Now be still, Stella.” She giggles, but it turns to a low moan as the cool paintbrush moves across her belly and closer to her pussy, then way. She tries to look down, but I push her face up again.
“What are youdoing?” she asks.
“I’m making art, Stella. Be patient.” I continue, grabbing more paint and liking the heated sigh that leaves her lips as the cold paint touches her skin again. Enough that I decide she deserves a prize for being so good, moving my fingers between her legs, gently rubbing her clit. When her hips buck, I tut at her, moving away from her with a smile.
“Riggins!“ Her eyes start to open.
“Closed, Stella. Keep your eyes closed and stay still while I make you my masterpiece, or you’re never going to come.” She groans but closes her eyes again. I brush a few more swipes of the paint against her belly, watching her muscles tense and flex as I do until I’m done.
“You can look,” I say and instantly she opens her eyes, moving to her elbows and looking down.
“Riggins loves Stella,” she says quietly with a small smile at the messy letters I wrote on her skin. “You’re kind of a softie, you know.”
“Mmm, would a softie do this?” I ask, moving my fingers to her pussy and sliding them in. A quietahh!leaves her lips.
I finger her, watching her body accept me, listening and feeling how wet she already is, and my free hand moves to my cock, starting to stroke as I watch myself work her.
“Oh, fuck, Riggins,” she says, eyes stuck on where my hand is pumping my cock. “God, that’s so hot.”
“You like that? You like seeing how fucking hard you make me?” Her eyes move to me, then back to my cock, and she nods. I crook my fingers inside her, and she moans again.
Perfect.
She’s absolutely perfect for me. My balls tighten just watching her, knowing I’m the one bringing her pleasure, but I refuse to come anywhere but inside her.
“Stella”
She starts coming, her back arching, her body shaking as I press into her spot, but I don’t stop despite her coming. Her moans turn frantic like she can’t handle what’s happening to her, and one of her hands slams frantically into the pallet of paints.
I can’t even laugh.
Especially not when that hand, coated in pinks and purples, moves to her breast, grabbing and tugging at her nipple.
And not when she screams my name, a second hard climax ripping through her. I realize the first was just an intro, but this one now controls her. I keep jacking my cock, edging myself as I watch her body convulse as she frantically moans my name, stopping only after I move my hand away.
Her body goes limp. “I’m not done with you, Stella,” I say, and she lifts her head, quirking a brow at me. I smile as I use my soaking hand to coat my cock, sliding it up and down, twisting at the head, and groaning as I do. Her mouth drops just a bit, watching, and I watch the fire in her reignite.
“God, a fucking dream you are. Ready?” I ask as I line myself up with her dripping wet pussy. She nods, and I slide in slowly, inch by inch.
When I’m planted inside, I look in her eyes.
“You’re mine, Stella. This place, it’s ours. This life? We’re going to share it.” She opens her mouth to say something, but I pull out and then slam back in, her eyes drifting shut with pleasure. My hand moves to her clit, rubbing quickly because I know I won’t last long, and she needs to get there again. “I’m going to fuck you every day, listen to you moan my name every time I make you come. We’re going to live a good life from here on out, Stella.”
Her hand moves to my forearm, planted on the ground beside her hips, smearing paint and squeezing, a silent confirmation when words won’t work.
